Feast - Famine

I put on a front before but

Now I’m spread so thin

In all my wildest dreams

The first thing I foresees

So one wrong word from you

Can really make the teardrops flow

Some bow before they break

Some break before they bow

Sometimes I feel lost and lonely, In my skin

There is no need for me to pretend

It’s feast or famine

All we need is dryer land, some thirsty

It’s funny she wants more, than I ever saw tonight

People ask me Jay, why do you let things get to you

Like leaves on a plant, like pebbles in your shoes

I am sad to see you go, but I am sure you’ll be ok

It's never black or white, your wildest dreams are gray

Sometimes I feel out of touch with who I am

I can see no symmetry, it’s feast or famine

All we need is dryer land, thirsty soul

Where we can move along

Where we can build an arc

Before this wicked world floods over

You'll find me, in the morning, raising the sand

All covered in scales, and seaweed for hair

All that we were, and all that we know

Is far below the algae and in the bambi

The valley’s flood, the glaciers are over ripe

And begging to be pruned